About "Easter" album:
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"Easter" by Patti Smith, which consists of 5 songs.
I haven't fucked much with the past, but I've fucked plenty with the future.
Over the skin of silk are scars from the splinters of stations and walls I've caressed.
A stage is like each bolt of wood, like a log of helen, is my pleasure.
I would measure the success of a night by the way by the way by the amount of piss and seed I could exude over the columns that nestled the p.a.
Some nights I'd surprise everybody by skipping off with a skirt of green net sewed over with flat metallic circles which dazzled and flashed.
The lights were violet and white. I had an ornamental veil, but I couldn't bear to use it.
When my hair was cropped, I craved covering, but now my hair itself is a veil, and the scalp inside is a scalp of a crazy and sleepy comanche lies beneath this netting of the skin.
I wake up. I am lying peacefully I am lying peacefully and my knees are open to the sun.
I desire him, and he is absolutely ready to seize me. in heart I am a moslem; in heart I am an american;
In heart I am moslem, in heart I'm an american artist, and I have no guilt.
Because The Night
Take me now baby here as I am
Pull me close, try and understand
Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe
Love is a banquet on which we feed
Come on now try and understand
The way I feel when I'm in your hands
Take my hand come undercover
They can't hurt you now,
Can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now
Easter sunday, we were walking.
Easter sunday, we were talking.
Isabel, my little one, take my hand. time has come.
Isabella, all is glowing.
Isabella, all is knowing.
And my heart, isabella.
And my head, isabella.
Frederick and vitalie, savior dwells inside of thee.
We shall live again, we shall live.
What is it children that falls from the sky ?
Tayi, taya, tayi, aye aye.
Mannah from heaven from the most high,
Food from the father, tayi, taye aye.
We shall live again, we shall live again,
We shall live again, shake out the ghost dance.
Baby was a black sheep. baby was a whore.
Baby got big and baby get bigger.
Baby get something. baby get more.
Baby, baby, baby was a rock-and-roll nigger.
Oh, look around you, all around you,
Riding on a copper wave.
Do you like the world around you?
Are you ready to behave?
Outside of society, they're waitin' for me.
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